Mama's House

Mama's House
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How do I live here, but I don’t belong here?

How was I born here, but feel so foreign here?

It’s a hyphenated American’s paradox, but it’s not time for theories and ideologies, it’s time for facts versus mysteries. The death toll continues to rise, sacrificed and we don’t know why: Sandra Bland, Trayvon Martin, Philando Castile. These friends, lovers, humans died for trivial, every day things…walking home, improper lane change, selling CDs and cigarettes, but now we know they risked their lives for so much more. Justice for minorities is now a priority.

I can’t speak for another race but I know my people. We are bastards, born here with no love from our motherland. Our home wants to evict us and constrict us, but we want mama to love us so bad. She’s all we know. But now it’s time. It’s time to grow.

Spread those wings and become your own. Leave her nest and begin to fly. Proud she will be when we say bye-bye.

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